Across the maze of camps,another teacher Abdul Majed,38,also insists on making a speech for the camera to appeal to the world to help Rohingya.
And still they come,exhausted,hauling bags of meagre possessions and clutching infants,thousands of them every week,in the fastest refugee exodus since the Rwandan genocide.
Soon the depopulation of Rohingya from northern Rakhine will be complete.
Silhouetted by a full moon,nine months pregnant and mother-of-two Shajida Akter and nine family members cross the Naf river,reaching Shah Porir Dwip,an island on the south-eastern tip of Bangladesh,which means they are safe.
There is no rejoicing,though.
With the sun now risen,they shuffle towards a Bangladesh border post and an official registers their names and asks why they have come.
Behind her full-face hijab,tears well in Shajida’s eyes and she says men dragged away her husband. She believes he has been killed.
“Because all the people have been fleeing to Bangladesh,we decided to come too,even if we die trying,” she says.
Her 20-year-old cousin,Nurul Salam,tosses a sack containing the family’s only possessions onto his shoulder.
“What the military is doing there is just too much,” he says,walking off into an uncertain future.